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Herman Melville - Tom Deadlight
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Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties,--
  Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain,
For I`ve received orders for to sail for the
    Deadman,
  But hope with the grand fleet to see you
    again.

I have hove my ship to, with main-top-sail
    aback, boys;
  I have hove my ship to, for the strike
    soundings clear--
The black scud a`flying; but, by God`s blessing,
    dam` me,
  Right up the Channel for the Deadman I`ll
    steer.

I have worried through the waters that are
    called the Doldrums,
  And growled at Sargasso that clogs while ye
    grope--
Blast my eyes, but the light-ship is hid by the
    mist, lads:--
  _Flying Dutchman_--odds bobbs--off the
    Cape of Good Hope!

But what`s this I feel that is fanning my cheek,
    Matt?
  The white goney`s wing?--how she rolls!--
    `t is the Cape!--
Give my kit to the mess, Jock, for kin none is
    mine, none;
  And tell _Holy Joe_ to avast with the crape.

Dead reckoning, says _Joe_, it won`t do to go by;
  But they doused all the glims, Matt, in sky
    t` other night.
Dead reckoning is good for to sail for the
    Deadman;
  And Tom Deadlight he thinks it may reckon
    near right.

The signal!--it streams for the grand fleet to
    anchor.
  The captains--the trumpets--the hullabaloo!
Stand by for blue-blazes, and mind your
    shank-painters,
  For the Lord High Admiral, he`s squinting
    at you!

But give me my _tot_, Matt, before I roll over;
  Jock, let`s have your flipper, it`s good for to
    feel;
And don`t sew me up without _baccy_ in mouth,
    boys,
  And don`t blubber like lubbers when I turn
    up my keel.
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